Breaking Day by Mary Brent Cantarutti

Breaking Day

by Mary Brent Cantarutti

The sun slips into the Lowcountry sky—

a pancake stirred in earth’s kitchen,

served up in orange flames,

a divine concoction offered to day.

Which way to turn?

West, I decide.

My shadow, a wispy being set free in the angled light,

stretches tall and flat, pressed into life.

Heel toe, heel toe: I step with purpose.

Promise slithers up my spine,

life’s frame spreads out in waves.

What flows will be.

I pick up a reed.

Drawing in the sand, a heart shape emerges

one stroke at a time.

I draw a line through the center,

one side for light,

one side for dark,

pray for balance in all.

Breathe, the ocean whispers,

breathe.

Mary Brent Cantarutti

morning

Born, bred and reared to be a fan-carrying lady, Mary Brent Cantarutti headed west in pursuit of romance and adventure. She never lost her drawl. Co-founder of the Southern Sampler Artists Colony and writer of Southern Women’s Fiction, her inner compass points toward cooling Atlantic breezes.

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